Miss Dantès’ Living Picture

My family portrait on the wall, Looking as if they were alive.  I call This piece just short of a wonder, for incomplete It is—still dripping, the meat So fresh, so tainted, so coarse, so refined; Yet in every way their smiles defined The love we shared as a family.   How I remember that… Continue reading Miss Dantès’ Living Picture

White and Blue

On White’s wall hung postcards from Blue, From a country visited only in conversations. Blue and white with intricate patterns Of lace and flowers, their favourite.   Small stains yellowed the edges of the postcards As another season passed by. White and Blue separated by the bread that fed them; Set apart by the dreams… Continue reading White and Blue